Moods of Old Dhaka
When I was 12, my father used to take me to his restaurant in early morning by Rickshaw at Jonson road, old Dhaka. In the morning the chaos of hawkers, various complicated discus

Moods of Old Dhaka
When I was 12, my father used to take me to his restaurant in early morning by Rickshaw at Jonson road, old Dhaka. In the morning the chaos of hawkers, various complicated discussion at the tea table of the advocates; light sound